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Another Review for Donald Gardner
I have just discovered a review written in Double Dutch Magazine for Donald’s poems published by Grey Suit Editions. Donald’s page on the Grey Suit website is here.
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Tagged Donald Gardner, Double Dutch, Grey Suit Editions, poetry
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Market Forces
x What is the best way to take it, rhinoceros horn? Powder form, sprinkled onto adrenochrome chowder? As for your weather engineering, if the peeps Are very very sinful, God will send an angel down To strike the air that … Continue reading
Lakenheath
x It’s all top-secret and ever so strictly prohibited. Making it a cert that this is where Our heat-seeking darts have their arsenals. This must be missile mission-control – Where we go on raids from, with our allies – It … Continue reading
Posted in art, Poetry, Politics, war
Tagged Anthony Howell, Lakenheath, poetry, Silent Highway, war
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Nero Explains
Let me count the ways crime actually pays Big time. Once you’re handed the microphone, You can make manifest future realities: Hyperstition obtains by the telling of compelling stories, x Thus it is that prophecies become self-fulfilling. Engineered through media … Continue reading
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Tagged Anthony Howell, Antichrist, Hyperstition, Nero, poetry
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Bomb Bait
The state is a child. Imagine the worst case scenario Ticking away. She has swallowed some nuclear thing. She is bundled up in the sort of net that lifts a cargo x Onto a boat. Of course you want to … Continue reading
The Vintage to the Dungeon
The Vintage to the Dungeon – a poem by Richard Lovelace I. Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully! Care shackles you in liberty: Mirth frees you in captivity. Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde? Chorus Besides your … Continue reading
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Tagged poetry, Richard Lovelace, the music of your chains, The Vintage to the Dungeon
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NOUVEAU RÉGIME
x x The children keep disappearing. They vanish, into thin air. From Little Saint James, Khan Unis or Khartoum, Tampa, Columbus, Baton Rouge, the children keep disappearing, Just as they did from the view of Théophile de Viau And Rétif … Continue reading
Anatomy of Emptiness
x x It is not easy to create emptiness. What should you tip it into? A deserted square, Possibly by moonlight? Time is the perspective Lending it a depth. Here, in an abstracted way, Melancholy toys with metaphysics. Emptiness recalls … Continue reading
John Welch 1942-2025
x I remember him reading his elusive poems under a gnarled sycamore at the far end of a field on my mother’s Hampshire farm – Purdies Farm – that lovely summer when we held an arts festival there in the … Continue reading
Snap
x I was a war widow’s only child. Her mother was a frightful tease. She would say anything to get a rise Out of my mother or me. A war widow herself, She lived with her house-keeper As my mother … Continue reading
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